RUSSIAN GRIP Lyrics – JUPITER$ TYRADE
Singer: JUPITER$ TYRADE
Title: RUSSIAN GRIP
I got the b#tch
I got the whip
I guess i said that once again
No i can not count all my sins
But baby girl you got more than his
Pour that tris
If you my b#tch then you really ride for me with the stick
Yuh
Baby give you that dinosaur dick when i pull up in the whip better know who it is
Yeah dick in the gun so it just right at your lip
Shells bust your flesh and rip
That p#ss# had russian grip
Think it must be it
So i think that i was sick
Cause i’m pouring up actavis
My cough too loud
My weed in pounds
The car impounds
So we while out
Woah you really kissed that thot thot
Ooh now she be in my drop top
Damn better back up when that mop pop
Back pack serving that soft rock
Yuh was banging that south side now i’m slinging that cross iron wait
Huh yuh
Eating good hibachi and mai tai’s see i knew it was my time babe
Damn she hit me up on my phone for a good time said she wanna ride my pipeline
Met her in the deli at night time said you wanna be my life line
No babe i don’t even like wine sippin codiene and the sprite lime
Yea p#ss# boy wanted to fight crime i had a scope with a sight on
I had the fulcrum a python poppin a roxy bet that i’m gone
Taking and addie continue to fight on
And it’s your b#tch that i got my eyes
I told to the money
Talk to me while i light up
Told my manager to give me a line of
Talkin that cross fade talkin that white off
Open the fridge and i polish a pint off
Gat hit your molecules turn you to ions
I’m getting stoned o.r.e. iron
Never had a shoulder to cry on
So i got so many clothes that i’m buyin
Mama told me never sellout
I got the soul of a lion i had the goal at my high end
b#tch call me your highness or i got my goons on go bouta slide it
Yeee
I got the b#tch
I got the whip
I guess i said that once again
No i can not count all my sins
But baby girl you got more than his
Pour that tris
If you my b#tch then you really ride for me with the stick
Yuh
Baby give you that dinosaur dick when i pull up in the whip better know who it is
Yeah dick in the gun so it just right at your lip
Shells bust your flesh and rip
That p#ss# had russian grip
Think it must be it
So i think that i was sick
Cause i’m pouring up actavis
My cough too loud
My weed in pounds
The car impounds
So we while out
The lean ran out cause we gon drown
I leave you now she know what we about
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